I push my hands against Tyson's chest, moving him away from me. He raises his eyebrows in surprise. Yes, pretty boy. You finally found someone that doesn't want to kiss you. You want an award? "Will you go out with me?" Tyson asks, scrunching his eyebrows and rubbing the back of his neck. God, does he not understand the meaning of the word rejection? "No." I say.
"No?" Tyson repeats. I sigh and push the door of the closet open. I'm ten minutes late for literature now. Thanks a lot Tyson. Hopefully Mrs. V doesn't kill me. I walk down the corridor and Tyson runs after me and when he catches up to me puts his arm around my shoulders. Dear lord help me try not to kill a bitch today.
"What?" I snap. "I have Lit with you, remember? So, why won't you go out with me?" Tyson asks. "Because I don't like you Tyson. This may be new to you but there is no way in hell I would ever like you. So stop kissing me." I command and walk into the Literature classroom.
The classroom goes silent as Tyson and I walk in. "Why are you two so late to class?" Mrs. V asks. "Sorry ma'am." I say and sit down at the one of the only available seats next to Tyson. "Well, we are doing Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and you have a project due on Monday to act out a scene that is given to you. As punishment for you two being late you two will be acting out the kissing scene in Act 1 Scene 5 that nobody else wanted." What! I have to kiss Tyson? In front of the whole class! "What? Ma'am I'm sorry I was late I was just stuck in traffic, please can I swap with one of the other girls in this class?" I lie. M desperate, okay? All the girls erupt in shouts, begging the teacher to swap me with them. Tyson leans back in his chair and smirks. "Settle down class. No Melody, I'm sorry but you can not swap partners." Says in a tone that is final.
I sigh and put my head on my desk. "So, I'll come to your house tomorrow and we can have a make out session." Tyson says. I groan, "Callate [Shut up]."
"Ooh, hablame asucio [talk dirty to me]." He whispers and winks. "Okay students, for the rest of the lesson you need to discuss how and when you are going to do your scenes from the play." Mrs. V says. Tyson moves his chair to my table and I groan and proceed to hit my head again at the table several times. "What? You don't want me alone in your bedroom tomorrow when we have to practice kissing. Just tell you're parents, I'm sure they will be fine with it." My eyes widened and I shake my head, "'Nope, I can't do it at my house. I'll come to you're house." I say. "Just come tonight and we can get it over with." He says.
"Okay, just send me your address." Melody says. Great. Now she will be in my room alone with me. My dad isn't home so I'll be alone with Melody. Perfect. Then I can get her into bed with me. I don't know why she doesn't want to kiss me. It just doesn't make sense. I'm a good kisser, I'm sexy as fuck. I don't get it.
Now she has to kiss me and she still doesn't want to. I should ask her why. I mean, what's the big deal? I'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, leave her. That's it, so what's the problem?
Today was the first time ever than a girl did not kiss me back. Instead she pushed me away. What? Why? Ugh, I'm over thinking about kissing Melody. Why am I even thinking about it?
I just need to get her into bed to win the bet and then I never have to kiss her soft lips again. I don't know what she does but she tastes really good, like candyfloss.
Ugh, I'm still thinking about kissing her. What are you doing Tyson?
I stand up and walk out the class when the bell rings, leaving Melody alone. She's the first girl that rejected me and the only kiss I remember. It was warm and sexy and when she moaned when I bit her it just- Shit, I'm doing it again.
Lots of love and jelly tots- TPG
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Hating The Player || Wattys 2017Teen Fiction
|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the sch...